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Dress, Ella Moss. Belt, thrifted. Shoes, Seychelles. Sunglasses, Meow Meow. Earrings, vintage. Bag, Croft & Barrow.
I’ll also admit to missing my makeup while on the train. I had access to it, but there was no way a cateye was going to happen on the bumpy ride. (And I didn't dare get my sharp, pointy tweezers anywhere near my eye.)
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Passing through Colfax meant we were amost home!
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And then I promptly got dirty again at agility class.
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I love the train! Last time we travelled from LA to Albuquerque, there was a granny walking around our sleeper car at night with a shirt and pearls up top - but only chonies on the bottom. Haha. Maybe not civilized, but certainly fun and entertaining.
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